Summer Bird

Awaken now to a brilliant silence.
So quite is the world that does not wake
Alone to sit. Alone to think
A cup I hold to warm my soul 
A breeze at last to cool my face
This dawn does break for those who wait
A passing cloud to make it’s shape
The lone bird to find it’s place
A nest so quaint tucked beneath the eaves
I reflect upon this day that starts
And think of all the woes undone
I break the silence that I keep 
A simple tune upon my lips